No no..

no east.

no west!



we like it in the villages of the minnesota best!



big strong cows, wonderful the green corn.



everyone is welcome now.



heaven stretch from left to the right way, and sun gallops on mighty 'rath' across heavenly highway.



and at the dark night, sky is a more dark role than black koyla from
the muddy stoves, punctured with thousands of hunreds of brilliant
holes.



Why?



Like sumbody never got tired of throwing compass at the big black sky.



And when it snows its even more beauty than the beautiful. Whiter than
the cows milk it is, softer than udder. the other udder fool.





and more the wonderful in the summer pool, because of ful, you know, beatiful yellow ful basking in summer school.



Your concrete jungle no good, ours have lazy lions, walrus, why even the shouting cow. All hailing from da hood.



And dont need to talk very much kich-kich. Actions espeak louder than words, they say so, beech.



piece out horndogs!